(He is crazy, but I can take it) He just stared at me. No talking. Silence. I felt my body run cold. He was as expressionless as ever. He stared at me like I was his next prey. Why the hell did I have to chose him as my subject? What was I doing in one room with an internationally known terrorist and murderer? A notorious Italian mafioso. A heartless sociopath. I should've never gone to him. My assignment wasn't worth risking my life. It was a "no return" mission. I knew my life would change from the moment I had interviewed him. From the moment Anthonio Caruso joined me in that cold prison room. Donnica smith, what did you get yourself into?